Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
LL Cool J,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Holt,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.